Terrible puns are my (cheese)wheelhouse.
Youâve got me so steamed I have a mind to paddle you.
But the ancient Olmec did not have green onions, and if all ingredients are not stone ground, throw the whole thing in the toilet. Seriously, guacamole is a dip. If someone wants to add peas, carrots, rutabagas, and they like the flavor/overall effect, good for them, and anyone else who wants to try it.
Challenge! Accepted!
When and where should I cook for you and your friends dinner? I may need a volunteer sous chef and a dietary/preference spreadsheet.
Orange ya glad Iâve toned down the puns? They drive some people nuts.
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One of my favorite jokes of all time.
"Knock knock"
"Who's there?"
"Banana. Knock knock"
"Who's there?"
"Banana. Knock knock"
"Who's there?"
"Banana. Knock knock"
"Orange. Ya glad I didn't say banana?"
A: Knock Knock.
B: Who's there?
A: Philip Glass.
B: Philip Glass who?
A: Knock Knock.
B: Who's there?
A: Philip Glass.
B: Philip Glass who?
A: Knock Knock.
B: Who's there?
A: Philip Glass.
B: Philip Glass who?
A: Knock Knock.
B: Who's there?
A: Philip Glass.
B: Philip Glass who?
[blow on whistle 10 times]
A: Knock Knock.
B: Who's there?
A: Philip Glass.
B: Philip Glass who?
A: Knock Knock.
B: Who's there?
A: Philip Glass.
B: Philip Glass who?
A: Knock Knock.
B: Who's there?
A: Philip Glass.
B: Philip Glass who?
A: Knock Knock.
B: Who's there?
A: Philip Glass.
B: Philip Glass who?
If there is any interest, I shall try to describe the lighting and stage directions as provided by Robert Wilson.
[1]
Knock knock
Who's there?
John Cage.
4â33 of silence, then you walk away.
The perfect Cagean rap-battle consists of two MCâs saying nothing, then doing a mic-drop.
Knock knock
Who's there?
Joseph Haydn
...oh god this is gonna be some boring tripe, GO AWAY!
I can do this all day.
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The only thing better than 6 8-bit Philip Glasses, is 8-bit Philip Glass DOUBLED:
Once upon a time, as a poor starving student in NYC we discovered that there was a half-price sushi place near Cooper Union (monday nights). So we go there to get some cheap eats. The way they make money on this deal is it took forever to get seated. We drank a lot of beer waiting. So we order up and being a dumb kid from the sticks (O-hi-o) I wasnât sure what anything was, but it was tasty! So we are laughing and eating and I grab a big mound of that shredded white whatsit (daikon) jam it in my pie hole and basically swallow the whole thing in a gulp. Mistake: the large lump of wasabi was in there and it went down too.
Buuuuuurn.
I love wasabi now, adding it to all kinds of crazy things. And I love that sinus burn baby, keeps the juices flowing, nasal passages on alert etc. I just introduced my kids to bonito flakes (they love watching them âwaveâ in the heat from the rice etc).
I just made myself a guacamole sandwich.
- avocado, lightly savaged
- salt
- a dash of sweet Pickle relish
- Mustard on one side of the bread
- cheap mayo on the other
I ate it while watch nic Cage wicker man gifs, and slurping a hard cider on ice.
My new name is Sam Winchester.
Pardon me, but I believe we were talking about Philip Glass. Thread-jacker.
Donât be a glasshole.
Now itâs tempting to experiment with lentils, peppers, lemin juice, tomatoes, etc.
But I wouldnât call it guacamole.
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